ghost orchid.

I got bored today (surprise) and decided to time myself whilst writing some impromtu poetry. Here’s how it went:

(start time 12:30pm)
Exchanged glances
fill the vastness
in my human mind.
Imagination
proves more satisfying
than the reality of things.
The ghost orchid
is not as seductive
to hold
as it is to view
from afar.
The ghost orchid
does not exist.
It resides only
in the mind –
a ghost.
(end time 12:33pm)